After transmigrating to a high-martial world, Yi Tian bound himself to the Confucian Sagecraft Preaching System and embarked on a path of wielding the Analects like a hammer to smash everything in his way.
As long as he spread his thoughts and teachings and his disciples understood them, he could gain all kinds of enhancements.
Blue Star’s culture had been lost, and might ruled all. There were no rules between nations.
The warriors of Yan Nation were powerful, competed for fame and fortune, and acted entirely on their own. Martial arts schools and academies were locked in relentless, cutthroat competition.
Forbidden lands had swallowed up humanity’s living space, and safe roads between cities could not be opened, leaving them isolated. A thousand years later, Yi Tian appeared, determined to change all that.
Together with his seventy-two worthy disciples (muscular Barbie dolls) and three thousand students (musclebound henchmen), he reenacted the sage Confucius’s travels among the nations to spread the teachings of the Confucian Way. They were either beating people up or on their way to do so. Having become the strongest creature on Earth, he made his fists the law and his sword a symbol of virtue. Mastering the art of benevolence, he founded Confucianism to spread reason and virtue, and establish new rules.
Yi Tian: “We Confucians believe in using virtue and reason to persuade people. After all, you have to submit to one of them: logic or brute force.”
Alas, the muscular male protagonist who speaks well has turned into a little man who is afraid of women, and in just a few chapters he is afraid of two troublesome women. The first Confucian disciple is also a woman, and not long after the beginning there are three women. I can't stand this kind of author who has no women and can't write books.
It was really good, but I had to get a girl, what if I didn't have a girl? Just take a look, Chapter 20, you will know it naturally by looking at it, Chapter 21
It doesn't look good. Your words are not smooth enough and have an indescribable feeling. It's not suitable for me. Come on, author.